The spattered man in the coat blinks at Connor, then sighs
and comes over to the driver’s side of the cruiser. “Damn…” the medical staffer
says. “I was hoping you were police reinforcements. Do you guys have any idea
of the night we’ve been having?”
Matt slides across the seat and opens the rear doors. The
man leans in and helps the officer out of the back. The officer seems
disoriented, but then fixes his gaze on Connor. With a weak flip of his cuffed
hands, he mumbles “My….daughter. At home…address on keychain….check on her.”
With that he falls unconscious again and it takes both
Connor and the medic to carry him into the clinic.
Inside the stark lighting reveals chaos in motion. Moaning
patients on gurneys, sitting in a waiting area with bandages, and several
clinic staff rushing around trying to see to as many patients as possible. The
medic gestures Connor to a curtained off side room and they set the officer
onto the rumpled and bloody gurney set up within. The whole place is a
cacophony of moans and shouts….then there is a piercing scream!
ZC
